By the seventh month of my pregnancy, the man I married had become almost impossible to recognize.
He missed nearly every medical appointment.
He stayed out later each night.
Even the simplest conversation seemed to annoy him, as though spending time with me kept him away from something he considered more important.
Whenever I asked where he had been, he always gave the same answer.
“I’m handling things you wouldn’t understand.”
Whenever I tried to talk about our daughter, he responded with visible frustration.
“Tessa, not every conversation has to be about the baby.”
I kept convincing myself he was simply overwhelmed.
I believed he was nervous about becoming a father.
I told myself every marriage went through difficult seasons.
But one reality kept growing clearer.
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